Her build was almost instantaneous. Her button was buzzing with stimulation, and she was growing more and more sensitive with each and every passing second. The growing orgasm inside her was pushing her capabilities beyond where they normally were, and she dunked her mouth further and further down the length of his cock. He was getting more and more into it, his hips pushing upwards as she dipped downwards.
And then he grabbed her head. His palms pressed against the back of her skull, and he ground himself past the curve of her teeth into the entrance of her throat. Isabelle gagged immediately, and she fought against his grip. Either he was too strong or too into it to care, but either way, she failed miserably in her attempt to retract from his cock. He pushed deeper, crossing past the gag trigger entirely, giving her that horrible feeling of choking. When she felt the tip of his dick make contact with the back of her throat, she gagged so violently that tears sprang into her eyes and streamed down her cheeks unapologetically.
He swelled in her throat, throbbing and pulsing, and she knew that he was very close. She had abandoned her clit play altogether, just waiting with some semblance of eagerness for him to finish. When he grew to an unbearable size and was just about to burst, however, he pulled out of her mouth.
Isabelle gasped for air desperately, but she had only the briefest of seconds to collect her breath before she was pulled forcefully from the floor onto the couch. Her back grew damp at once as her dress soaked up some of the spilled wine, and she huffed with surprise when Carter yanked her thong unceremoniously down her hips and over her high heels.
She expected him to slam into her with vicious power, to take her so aggressively that it would render her breathless, but he didn’t. Quite the contrary, actually. He leaned down and took her lovely lady lips between his teeth, tugging on them gently. His tongue slithered along her slit, pushing past her folds into her moist pussy each time he passed that delicate hole. It was so overwhelming that Isabelle wasn’t sure if she should cry out or moan or clench the throw pillows or even push him away. She wanted to cum, but he was teasing her so slowly that she was left panting with need.
His lips closed over her clit, and he sucked. He sucked with the same enthusiasm she had used to suck on him. He sucked as if she was an especially delicious lollipop that he wanted to savor for hours. He sucked until she was brimming with unreleased ecstasy, and she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please!” she cried out.
That was all Carter needed. He got to his feet, pulled her by the ankles to the edge of the couch—her ass propped up on the armrest—and shoved her dress up around her waist. And, with no further exchange of words, he plunged into her.
It was mind-numbing, and just too fantastic for thought. He thrust into her as deeply as he could, filling her so full that she could practically taste him, and held onto her calves to maintain the utmost control. Isabelle moaned loudly to the ceiling. Carter’s cock slid easily in and out of her soaking cunt, and with each gyration, he stroked her sweetest of sweet spots. That was enough to send her soaring.
She came hard, so hard that she felt a dam burst between her legs. He pushed past and through, continuing to fuck her with no regard for the intensity of her orgasm. She was trembling violently, her legs tense and shaking with her knees locked and her toes curled. Her cries were so ear-splitting that she was certain every single neighbor in the community would hear her; and, somehow, that was so arousing that it only spurned her on.
Before she could finish and come down with grace, however, Carter withdrew from her. Isabelle whined in response, snapping her head up to look at him in confusion and protest. He slid two fingers inside of her, pacifying her, and curled them into her g-spot. She writhed with delight. And then, as he finger-fucked her, she felt something odd and entirely foreign.
His cock had pressed against the opening of her ass with a sense of urgency. Her virgin rosebud rejected him, tightening against his advances, but he wasn’t in the least bit discouraged. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and stroked the rim of her untouched hole. It was a smooth, pleasant sensation, and that surprised her. He continued caressing it in this loving way for a few moments, and then those fingers spread the opening wide enough to accept them.
The moistness from her pussy was sufficient lubricant, it seemed; his fingers eased in with minimal difficulty. It was a disconcerting feeling, very contradictory in the way it was pleasurable and uncomfortable at the same time. He spread his fingers slightly, opening her more widely, and then everything changed.
He took his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. It was deliciously awful. He shoved himself in with much less simplicity than his fingers had, and she split straight down the middle. It was bitterly painful, stinging and aching and burning, and she wanted to tell him to stop. Somehow, though, her body wouldn’t let her, because—underneath the pain—there was a fabulous sensation of fluttering delight. It was the deepest form of pleasure she had ever experienced, and the more she focused on it, the less pain she experienced.
“Oh—my—God—” she gasped. The words weren’t really words, but more like whooshes of word-like air. He fucked her intensely, his balls slapping her ass cheeks with each thrust, and one of his palms was resting on her mound to maintain balance. It was fantastic placement; every time he pushed in, his palm ground against her clit, and it sent Isabelle’s head into a spinning frenzy.
The pain was numbing with each passing second, and the pleasure was taking over. It was a thoroughly unfamiliar pleasure, much more carnal and unrestrained. Her stomach jumped whenever he slammed into her, and her brain was growing noticeably fuzzy. She could no longer hear anything other than the smack of his balls on her ass and his hoarse grunts and her labored breathing. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus, but everything was starting to blend together.
And then he jerked. His entire body shuddered, and he dropped forward slightly. She realized he was cumming. It was invigorating to see him this way, to see what her body had managed to do to him, to see him so helpless and vulnerable. She felt empowered. He groaned loudly against her shin, his teeth grazing the thin skin there, and he continued pumping purposefully as he came. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought she felt his hot semen spurting into her newly-deflowered cavity. She imagined how it felt: slick and sticky and warm to the touch.
When he pushed impossibly roughly into her as his orgasm ebbed to a finish, she lost control.
It was the ultimate orgasm. Never in her life had she ever experienced something as intense, as overpowering, as perfectly imperfect as that orgasm. She was howling and shrieking with no abandon, entirely unaware of her limbs or her face or her voice. It was so beautiful that she wished she could capture that sensation and turn it into a painting. Her nerves were bursting with unrestricted pleasure, and it was so amazing that she had a split second of fear that her body would never be quite right afterwards.
She was absolutely fine, however. She panted and gasped, dripping in sexual sweat, her pussy throbbing and her asshole throbbing and her clit throbbing as she regained self-control. Carter pulled out of her and knelt on the ground, his forehead resting on her shin, and Isabelle allowed her muscles to collapse limply against the couch cushions.
When they had regained enough muscle control, they sat up and looked at each other. Silence spread between them, though comfortably, and they just looked. Finally, Carter spoke.
“That was unbelievable.”
“It really was,” Isabelle agreed.
“I think we should do that again.”
“I agree.”
With that, Carter stood up and extended a hand to help her to her feet. Isabelle stood up as well, her dress falling back to her knees again, and she studied his naked body. Then she walked into the kitchen for a moment, returning with her hand clutched around something.
“Here,” she said, holding it out.
He accepted it. As they slid their wedding rings back on, she turned back to the kitchen, calling out
to him, “So what do you want for dinner?”
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Permanent Press: Double Penetration at the Laundromat, An Interracial Sex MMF Erotic Short
by Toni Smoke
Copyright 2012 by Mmmmore Productions
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I couldn’t sleep that night. Tossing and turning under the blankets, it just felt impossible to get comfortable and relax. I could have blamed it on the heat; summer nights in my apartment were brutal, especially since I was on the fourth floor and heat is always rising. I lived in one of the older buildings on the street so unfortunately there was no air conditioning, meaning I had to suffer and sweat through most nights. But the reality of my insomnia was that I was lonely. It would be so much easier to fall asleep if I had someone lying next to me, though that idea was even further off than hoping for the temperature to drop 20 degrees. You see, my heart was still mending over my last drama-filled relationship, and I definitely wasn’t ready to bring anyone new into my bed. I secretly wished for it anyway, feeling my pussy warm up at the thought of a man’s body close to mine.
I sighed and rolled over on my belly, seeking a peek at my clock radio. “3:00 A.M,” I read the time out loud, groaning, “Great, I only have to be up for work in…oh, three hours or so.” I had stayed close to campus that summer, choosing to take night classes and work days as a camp counsellor at a day camp for school kids nearby. At twenty-four, I was working towards my Master’s degree – ready to be done with school and move on with my life, which hopefully meant moving out of this sticky, sauna of an apartment.
Lying in a pool of my own sweat simply wasn’t doing it for me anymore. I was wide awake and besides, I had pulled all-nighters plenty of times before. I would be fine come morning as long as I had my coffee. Uncomfortable, but most of all bored with fantasizing about a non-existent lover, I hopped out of bed and decided to busy myself. I scanned my bedroom quickly, noticing my overflowing hamper in the corner. It had been a couple of weeks since I’d washed anything. Suddenly feeling motivated, I figured there wasn’t going to be a better time for me to get a head start on all that dirty laundry. There was a 24-hour laundromat down the street and around the corner and I decided to go, thinking a nice little distraction might do me good.
I threw on some shorts and an old tank top, not even bothering to double check myself in the mirror. It wasn’t like there was going to be anyone checking me out at this hour. Gathering up my laundry, I double checked to make sure my front door was locked and headed downstairs, passing through the lobby and out of the front of my building. The street was dark and eerily empty as I walked in the direction of the laundromat. It was a Monday night, so the fact that the streets were a bit empty at that hour wasn’t too surprising to me. Even so, I paid no mind to the two young men who passed me on the sidewalk, gawking obviously at my long legs and tight little ass as I walked past them, lugging my bag of dirty clothes. “Damn; lookin’ good baby!” I heard one of them call out behind me.
I rolled my eyes. The cat-calls and overt remarks about my body by men was nothing new to me. It was something I dealt with daily when walking around in public. I was both blessed and cursed with the figure of a supermodel; long legs, a naturally slim waist and a long neck that led to my pink pouty lips and high cheek bones. I had long, wavy reddish-blonde hair and you’d know the red was natural when you saw my perfectly triangular-trimmed tuft of pubic hair that showcased my pussy. I blushed as I walked, thinking about my pussy and how those two guys would probably like to see it.
When I finally reached the Laundromat, I was relieved to put down my heavy load. It was empty of course; I had been anticipating the peace and quiet. Even the attendant was asleep behind his counter, softly snoring over the noise of the mini TV that he had set up in front of him. “Nice gig,” I mumbled as I threw my load into the washing machine. Once my clothes were wooshing around in the oversized washer, I took a seat and pulled out the book I brought to read. There was a row of chairs that faced the big glass windows at the front of the laundromat, so I had a view of the street. Somewhere around chapter four, I was interrupted by the ring ring! of the bell that chimed every time someone opened the front door to the building. Looking up, I noticed it was the same two men that I had passed on the street on my way there.
That’s weird, I thought. It was even weirder that they were walking right towards me. I started to panic a little bit. They were both big guys – much taller and stronger than me though probably only a few years older. Not only that, but they both happened to be black, which normally wouldn’t have fazed me at all; I was a liberal-minded, socially accepting girl who certainly didn’t want to pass judgement. But… at this time of day, well, night anyway; and in this part of the city? Who knew what they could’ve been up to? Especially with a skinny white-girl like me…I immediately felt like prey being hunted.
“What’s up baby?” one of them, the shorter of the two asked. He didn’t give me time to answer before continuing on, “We thought you might be here after we saw you walkin’ with that big ass bag of laundry.” His friend who stood beside him licked his lips. My heart started to race. What do they want from me? As if he had telepathically picked up on my silent question to myself, the one who hadn’t spoken yet came over and sat down next to me. He slid his hand down my bare arm, the touch bringing me shivers. I tried to pull away but he gripped onto me, holding me in place.
“We just had to see more of you,” he motioned his friend over. The shorter one came and sat down on the other side of me. Now I was trapped in between the two possibly dangerous men and I cursed the sleeping laundry attendant. He would’ve put a stop to this if only he were awake to notice.
I tried to open my mouth and say something but nothing came out, my nerves taking over. “You got a name?” the one on my right asked.
I could manage that. “Juliet,” I responded. I had meant to sound confident and sure of myself with the answer, but instead it came out in a tiny squeak. They both laughed.
“You scared? No need to be scared…” The man who had gripped onto my arm let up a little and began rubbing me again. His hand was gentle as it stroked up and down, I found myself almost comforted by the action. He spoke up again, “We like you Juliet,” he kept rubbing, the rest of my body was beginning to react as my mind lingered back to the sleepless night in my empty bed where I had dreamed of a man’s touch. “We like that cute little ass of yours and those pouty fuckin’ lips -” His hand came off of my arm as he said this, bringing it instead up to my mouth. I parted my lips instinctually, allowing him to stick two fingers inside. “Don’t we Damien? We like little Juliet?” I sucked on his fingers because it was all I could do.
The man on the other side of me, apparently named Damien nodded his head in agreement, “That’s right Shaun, we love little Juliet,” he said back to his friend at the same time putting his hand on my bare thigh. I shivered again, Shit! Why did I have to go and wear these slutty little booty shorts? But even despite my uncertainty with the situation, I didn’t try to protest the men’s actions. I welcomed their warm hands in the overly air-conditioned laundromat, and I was secretly beginning to wish that Shaun’s
fingers in my mouth were his cock instead. I had never seen an African American cock before but of course I was curious to see if the rumours were true. I felt my pussy wet at the thought of having not one but two big chocolate dicks to play with. I sucked more eagerly on Shaun’s fingers. I wanted him to know that I was into it.
He definitely took the hint, reaching for my breasts with his other free hand and squeezing them through the thin material of my tank top. I hadn’t worn a bra, I was small enough where I didn’t have to bother with one all of the time. “Bitch wants cock,” Shaun said to Damien, who moved his own hand up my thigh and over my pussy, rubbing me roughly through my shorts. I was throbbing, aching for more as I moaned around Shaun’s fingers. My pussy was definitely soaking through my panties. I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a little wet spot on my shorts.
Shaun pulled his fingers out of my mouth and stood up, looming over me. I gulped as he unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor, pulling out his cock which was already rock hard and… holy shit! My eyes widened. That thing was enormous! So I guess the rumors are true, I said to myself, both anxious and excited at the prospect of touching it, tasting it, feeling it.
I didn’t have to wait long because just as quickly as Shaun’s pants were off, his dick was being shoved past my lips and into my mouth. He grunted, “Open up, slut,” and I did. I opened as wide I could, feeling my jaw stretched to its limits. Damien was still rubbing my pussy through my shorts. I worked on the head of Shaun’s cock, sucking off his precum and then licking up and down his shaft a little before going back to sucking on the tip. I reached one of my hands up to massage his balls and at the same time he shoved harder into my mouth, forcing his big coffee-colored cock further down toward my throat.
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